A sweary man goes by;

Young Pauline and her brood

Buy more unhealthy food,

As usual.

 

No trains run this weekend,

Replacement bus is late,

Street’s in a shoddy state,

As usual.

 

The sports shop has closed down;

New nail bars and the ‘caff’

Look positively naff,

As usual.

 

There, where the bank once was,

An empty carcass stands,

But no one dirties hands,

As usual.

 

We climb up on the roof,

To catch the muddled view.

Today there’s nothing new,

As usual.

 

A grumpy, unchained dog

Snarls at a passing kid.

The owner’s name is Sid,

As usual.